Guest post by Ciaran De Buitlear

It sounds right: let things grow, help pollinators, step back, work with nature. But a real garden is not an idea. It is a place where things have to work.

You are trying to grow food, keep paths open, stop things taking over completely, and deal with weather, time, and whatever your body will allow you to do that week. That is where a lot of what is called sustainable gardening begins to fall apart.

I tried to do this.

During lockdown, I was given access to a walled garden. It was an incredible piece of generosity. It gave us an outlet, a way to do something useful, something real. I thought if I approached it the right way — gently, sustainably, with good intentions — it would respond in kind.

It didn’t.

The garden pushed back, harder than I expected. Weeds didn’t stay in their place, crops didn’t behave, and things always took more time than I had. Then my back went, properly went. Work stopped whether I liked it or not. When I got back to it, I overdid it and injured my wrist as well. The greenhouse roof came off in a storm and left everything in a total mess.

At one point, I stood in the middle of it and said out loud, “feck this, I’m done.” I meant it, because this is the part that doesn’t make it into most advice: the point where the work stops working. Where the idea of it no longer matches the reality in front of you. Where everything feels like it is slipping backwards faster than you can hold it.

But I went back, not because I had a plan, or because I knew what I was doing. I went back because there was something in the place that held me there. Something that made it worth trying again, even when it wasn’t going well.

Slowly, by doing the work, something shifted — not the garden, not at first. Me.

I stopped trying to get it “right.” I stopped expecting it to behave. I stopped thinking in terms of control or abandonment.

Instead, I started paying attention to what grew easily and what didn’t, to what came back on its own, to where the soil held water and where it didn’t, and to which parts needed work and which parts were better left alone. I pulled some nettles and left others. I grew food where I could and left space where I couldn’t. I worked parts of the garden hard and let other parts stay rough.

I listened to the garden, the soil, the plants, the earth. They told me what to do.

One year I learned this the hard way with onions. They looked fine above ground: upright, green, healthy enough. But when I lifted them, they were rotten underneath. The bulbs had failed completely. Later I was told that onions had been grown in that same patch for too many years and the soil had built up disease. That was a real lesson in the difference between theory and practice. You can read all you like, but sometimes the ground tells you something only failure can teach.

It was not neat. It was not efficient. It did not look like the kind of thing you see in advice columns, but it worked — not perfectly, not consistently, but enough to keep going.

There is a version of sustainable gardening that exists in theory, and there is the version that exists in a place where you actually have to live with the results. They are not the same.

Most people are trying to find a way somewhere between controlling everything and letting it all go, but there is very little honest discussion about what that actually involves. It involves failure. It involves limits. It involves doing work that doesn’t always pay off. It involves making mistakes, learning from them, and starting again more than once.

It also involves something else. If you stay with it, if you keep going back, if you pay attention, you begin to build something that is not regimented and not completely abandoned, but somewhere in between.

It’s not that you found the right answer. There are many answers, and maybe none are completely right. But some of them are better than others. You find something that works for you and your land because you kept working at it.

That is what most advice leaves out, and that is where the real work is.

 

Ciaran De Buitlear has a walled garden in Stamullen, County Meath, Ireland. He is the author of Nature’s Acre.